Fighting evil with...Satanism?

[farmerz-agent.livejournal.com]

I remember as a teenager my mother making me read books by television evangelist about Satanism because she didn't like my comic book collection. To be fair it was the Marvel Inferno cross over series for you comic book geeks. That was rather evil looking

But stack them up against Westboro Baptist Church....

This is just too wonderful not to share.

The Satanic Temple, a burgeoning community of worship devoted to the Dark Lord, has performed a “Pink Mass” over the grave of Westboro Baptist Church founder Fred Phelps Jr.’s mother. The Pink Mass is a Satanic ritual performed after death that turns the deceased's straight spirit into a homo one—it’s not unlike the Mormon practice of baptizing the dead

http://m.vice.com/read/satanists-turned-the-founder-of-the-westboro-baptist-churchs-mom-gay?utm_souce=vicefbus


I, like almost everyone, hates the Wesboro Baptist Church. My wife was a Baptist and I LOVE going to Baptist church service its fun and positive and uplifting. NOTHING like these evil weird hatefilled, flag stomping, clowns.

Would you tithe to a Satanic church just to help them fund their 'pink mass'?

Check out the pictures pretty sexy.

Comments

[rimpala.livejournal.com]

I used to think "mass" referred to those little communion wafers

[sophia-sadek.livejournal.com]

I asked an Anglican why his church did not use the conventional communion wafers. He said that in seminary there was a joke that first you had to imagine that such a wafer was bread.

[rimpala.livejournal.com]

Now now someone has spent a lot of effort into making crackers that don't taste like anything.

[sophia-sadek.livejournal.com]

The Japanese have crackers that taste like fish. That might be more appropriate for use in communion service.

[rimpala.livejournal.com]

Also, I seriously doubt Jesus's last supper consisted of a thimble of wine and a tasteless cracker.

[sophia-sadek.livejournal.com]

That reminds me of a service I attended where they passed around a tray full of wine filled thimbles. It beat standing in line waiting for a sip of metaphorical Caesarian blood. I do not recall exactly which denomination practiced such a ritual.